Date: Wed, 24 Jul 2013 11:30:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: D One
Subject: DREW KNEW
Weldon watched. He dared not look at the others watching. He didn't know
what to say. He felt the redness in his face. At first there were comments
but as the video continued everyone grew silent.
Weldon knew what he was watching; it only happened over the past weekend.
Drew was a tall guy. He had a smile that looked like he knew something
others didn't. At school he wore the usual tee shirt and jeans.
Weldon had seen him daily for the almost completed year of classes. We
liked the way Drew's jeans fit his form allowing for the apparently volume
of male glands. Sometimes he could tell the guy didn't wear any
undergarments and other times it all seemed gathered in one large grouping
justifying the worn cloth on his crotch.
On weekends, Drew wore tank tops or wife beaters that fit him as if made
for him. The bare shoulders were rounded muscle and cute five point star on
one bicep.
Every Saturday, it seemed, Drew appeared with friends at the bowling alley
where Weldon had worked since high school.
As Drew left the desk carrying the rented shows, Weldon imagined what the
rest of Drew's body was like.
When the guy asked him what he was doing after work, Weldon's imagination
made him stammer.
"I'll come back and get you" Drew winked and walked away. His undulating
buttocks seemed like whispers Weldon couldn't hear but yet he knew what
they were saying, or fantasized at least.
He sighed knowing that when his shift ended he'd be back home in his
bedroom, manipulating himself until the imagined naked Drew had helped him
climax.
"So ready?" Drew signed the credit car slip "You're off now right?" he
asked.
Weldon stammered again but handed off his daily sheet to Conrad who took
over at 6 for him every weekend.
"Have a good time fellas" he called and laughed.
Weldon looked back to see Conrad smiling and staring at them. He was an
older guy, beefy, a bit crude, who always talked about the women he picked
up in bars after work.
"You should come out with me kid, it'd be an education" he'd chide Weldon
each time.
His head felt foggy as Drew led him to his motorcycle. "Get on back, and
hold on" Drew said as he handed Weldon the helmet.
Weldon was thankful nobody could see his erection hidden in his khakis
shorts as his arms felt the strong torso. They cycle took them blocks away
down a couple of alleys and finally into a garage.
"It's my Uncle's place." Drew said.
The room was a mess, clothes tossed everywhere, a large king size mattress
in the center resting on the floor.
"Lots of room" Drew said. Weldon stood awkwardly watching Drew strip.
"Come on or do you want me to do it?" Drew asked but didn't wait for an
answer as he reached for and peeled Wheldon's shirt off. There was no talk
about what they were about to do or what Wheldon wanted, let alone Drew.
He was naked, hard and laying under Drew on his knees. "I'm healthy" Drew
said as he winked "but safe" he rolled the rubber on his curved hard penis.
"Just relax until we get goin, I bet you're a wild one"
He lifted Wheldon's legs and began to press until his cock head invaded,
stretched and slid inside.
Wheldon lay back and closed his eyes, concentrating on relaxing his anal
muscles and feeling the intrusion making its presence known.
He remained still while it moved in and out for awhile. The pain subsided
as it had in the past. This wasn't Wheldon's first time. The pace began to
quicken and he opened his eyes as the lips met him.
Drew was inside, he was fucking, and he was kissing. Wheldon reached for
the bare skin, the dangling nipple rings, the firm stomach, the strong
shoulders, his tongue slid over Drew's aching to become more then a fuck.
He flexed his sphincter and Drew groaned and laughed hissing "I knew it" he
said and fucked harder now.
Wheldon wrapped his legs around the bare hips lifting himself into Drew's
arms and anus lifting cock.
He lost track of time and place, moving writhing, letting himself be turned
on his side then face down and back face up again. There was no rush to
orgasm for Drew nor did Wheldon want his own body to be satisfied.
Eye closed he saw Drew on campus, in the bowling alley, in shorts, in
jeans, in tank tops bare chested sweating as he swung a baseball bat, in
places he had never been doing things Wheldon had never experienced.
Then new pain told Wheldon Drew needed release as his groin pounded
Wheldon's taint harder each time.
Weldon imagined his insides flooded with the boys cum backing up into his
stomach then esophagus and throat till it spewed out the corners of his
mouth.
He heard himself begging to be fucked harder and harder. Drew apparently
heard it and obliged.
By the time the naked boy lay on top of his Wheldon's cock resumed its own
hardness feeling Drew milking it as his tongue resumed intrusion into
Wheldon's mouth. The orgasm flowed rather then shot as usual. It seemed
like a never ending flow though pushed out with the flexing muscles deep
inside.
Wheldon lay there never wanting to leave, dress, recover or stop doing what
they had done.
Drew sat up, his body looking wet with effort. They didn't speak. Wheldon
moved to lick the body in front of him, moving his head over the chest,
stomach, half hard cock and ballsac. He kept licking, teasing and longing
to entice Drew to repeat his performance.
Instead the cock that had occupied his intestines slid over his tongue
pushing deeper each time down his throat.
"Woa you can take it" Drew amazed the length of his cock slid past the
point of gagging until his pubic hair rubbed against Wheldon's face.
The cum spurt on Wheldon's tongue, the roof of his mouth and down his
throat open for it.
"Shit, I should have known" Conrad said breaking the silence. "Man I saw
the way you look at guys all the time, especially that one."
Wheldon wanted to just stand and leave. But his arousal would be seen by
Conrad and the others who the guy had invited to watch.
"So?" Wheldon decided to be beligererant about what they had all
watched. "What do you want?"
There was laughter. The group had gathered at Conrad's house for some beers
and pot watching some soccer match on Sunday.
"You know what I want, what we all want" Conrad said "what you want" he
laughed
"Gotta leave" Wheldon said struggling to get on his feet.
"OK we can do it another time" Conrad said "each of us, you got three so
I'll give you two weeks. Cool?"
"What if I don't?" Wheldon asked
"Video goes on the internet" Conrad said.
"Drew will kill you" Wheldon said
"Who do you think videotaped this?" Conrad said
Wheldon stood helpless for an instant as Conrad pulled his tee shirt off
and began to unzip his fly.
Kneeing he began his task.
As soon as he was finished, the video would be his. And Wheldon reasoned,
maybe Drew would want to record another session.
It as difficult to smile as he sucked Conrad's cock. Hands had begun to
remove his shorts for their turn. It felt nice.
But not as good as Drew's cock.